5'1" Stories

I get through the entire day without thinking much about him, besides the occasionally phone check during my breaks hoping he’d message. It’s not until I’m home, alone, that the sadness seeps in. I’ve begun binging My Favorite Murder episodes again and they help because they make me laugh and it’s like listening to two best gal pals having a casual conversation. I know I’ll get through the other end of this, most likely for the better. I just wish it would happen soon. I wish I can just skip to the part where it isn’t sad and doesn’t hurt anymore. Being at home is my downfall. But I’m also too tired after work to do much of anything else. I can only distract myself for so long.